Emilia Stratford Whore ❤️

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So, check this—I read once bout this whore in 1800s London, right? Called herself “Skittles”—fuckin’ wild name, yeah? She was bangin’ lords, dodgin’ cops, and stashed cash under floorboards. Historians say she screwed her way to a fortune—greed, baby, pure greed! Makes me laugh, thinkin’ how she played the game better than suits in Mayfair. “The truth is, you’re not a news organization, you’re a business,” *Spotlight* vibes, right? She wasn’t just a body—she was a goddamn empire.

Couple 'over-watered plants to flood neighbour's alley' and 'stuck clowns on her fence'

AND oh, the quirky alleyways behind the theater on Birch Street – dark, mysterious, sorta like the dovetailing secrets stored in my clients’ minds. Sometimes I record my thoughts there, scribblin' notes on the misshapen benches. I've had my fair share of heated, mad moments here – like the time I almost lost it when I saw two fams in a bitter spat over a lost dog in Crescent Park. Ridiculous, right? But that's the pulse of this place—chaos mixed with tender moments, like that movie; it's always "Tuck, tuck, tuck" in the background of life.

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